With a last glance at Amber disappearing towards the locker room, Foreman stepped onto the elevator. He checked his watch as he headed up to the fourth floor. They'd made it in time, if not much more than that. He'd be walking in about five to nine, not that there'd be anyone to notice when he was and wasn't working. At lunch he'd see if he could corner Cuddy and let her know about his relationship with Amber. As casually as possible, without getting trapped in any implications she wanted to throw to him.

He hadn't heard whether House would be in today. With House's track record, that meant probably not. The blinds were closed when he passed House's office, and the lights were off, which only meant that Foreman was right; he was the first one in. He went in through the conference room, flicked on the lights, hung up his coat, and turned on the coffee machine. When he'd started a new pot dripping, he picked up the mail that had been left on the desk. Glancing at the return addresses, he opened the connecting door and stepped through, intending to get House's direct mail as well. Might as well start by telling a whole bunch of consult requests that they were out of luck.